Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Zhou Changsheng scratched his head and scratched his head, he couldn't judge the identity of the woman in the blue skirt for a while, if the other party was a ghost, he had nothing to be afraid of.

Just smash down with a Yin-Yang hammer, and smash the opponent to the point of bleeding.

However, if the other party was alone and such a beautiful woman, to be honest, Zhou Changsheng really couldn't bear to kill her.

After thinking about it, Zhou Changsheng suddenly thought of a good way, so he turned his head and looked at Fu Kuan beside him.

"Fu Dui, why don't you take a look at her with your golden eyes! Find out whether she is a human or a ghost! If she is a ghost, let's go together and get rid of her!"

In Zhou Changsheng's eyes, there was murderous intent and coldness, without any thought of pity.

It is conceivable that between a beautiful woman and a fierce ghost, even if the woman in the blue skirt in front of him is a fierce ghost, Zhou Changsheng would still use the yin and yang hammer in his hand to get rid of her.

For no other reason than world peace.

Fu Kuan was speechless.

After sighing, Fu Kuan said, "Okay, you don't need to ask, I have already seen it with my golden sky eyes just now, the other party is a human, not a ghost."

"Otherwise, you don't need to ask, I have already used the ghost sword to fight against the other party!"

"This, it seems to be the same..." Zhou Changsheng scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed, but he still felt that what Fu Kuan said was very reasonable.

Moreover, Fu Kuan would indeed do this.

It's not for nothing that Zhou Changsheng gets along with Fu Kuan these days.

Zhou Changsheng knew Fu Kuan quite well.

Yan Ru walked over, glanced at the inside of the ghost coffin, and immediately said to Fu Kuan: "Fu Dui, look at a lot of patterns inside this ghost coffin, they look weird and distorted.

Is it the hieroglyphs left by the Asian sub-race people here 6000 years ago that you told me and Lao Zhou before? "

Yan Rushi's words aroused Fu Kuan's curiosity.

"let me see!"

Fu Kuan immediately walked over and asked the woman in the blue skirt to get up, while he used his golden sky eyes to look at the hieroglyphs inside the ghost coffin.

The woman in the blue skirt was left alone.

The woman in the blue skirt couldn't help being a little angry, she pouted, and looked at Fu Kuan in front of her indignantly.

Zhou Changsheng put away the Yin-Yang Hammer and came to the woman in the blue skirt. Shi Shiran said, "Beauty, you look so pretty when you smile!"

Zhou Changsheng scratched the back of his head, looking shy and embarrassed.

Yan Ru couldn't help but give Zhou Changsheng a blank look, "Okay, you guys stop flirting! Go play!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Rushi pushed Zhou Changsheng away, and, like Fu Kuan, began to observe the hieroglyphs of Asians and subraces in the ghost coffin.

"What are you pretending to be? Lao Yan, I've known you for so long, but I've never heard you say that you know hieroglyphs.

Besides, did you know about this aborigines long before Team Fu talked about Asians? "

Zhou Changsheng was very disdainful, thinking that what Yan did was just to put on airs in front of the woman in the blue skirt and attract her attention.

Yan Ru cut it, "Although I don't understand the hieroglyphs of Asians, I have learned about the hieroglyphs of ancient Egyptians in the early days.

Most of the characters in the world come from the same source. Since this is also a pictograph, it may be modeled on the research of Asians.

When I look at these pictographs now, I feel very cordial. All in all, it’s only right that I understand pictographs better than you! "

Yan Rushi didn't want to spoil Zhou Changsheng at all, her eyes were very cold.

"you……"

After Zhou Changsheng heard what Yan Ru said, his whole face was almost contorted with anger. This is completely disrespectful to himself!

Fortunately, the woman in the blue skirt in front of me couldn't understand, otherwise, I would be ashamed!
Yan Rushi started to look at the hieroglyphs inside the ghost coffin. When he saw the two hieroglyphs, he was slightly startled, and immediately said two words, "Oracle!"

"God's order?"

Yan Ru was very curious about this point.

Fu Kuan was a little confused, and then looked at Yan Rushi with a puzzled and puzzled expression, "Do you understand?"

"How do you know those two words are oracle?"

"I can only understand some of them. As for the others, I don't understand them! But you have golden eyes, Fu Dui, and you should already understand the whole story. Tell me about it?"

Yan Ru smiled and rubbed her head, feeling a little embarrassed.

He is also very interested in ancient history.

"Ok!"

Fu Kuan began to answer the hieroglyphs depicted on the ghost coffin.

It turns out that as early as 6000 years ago, there was a dynasty named Diyuan, which was the first dynasty in human history.

The aborigines of Diyuan are all Asian subraces, who believe in myths and legends, such as Pangu opened the sky, Nuwa repaired the sky and a series of legends, which began to spread as early as that time.

It's just that the versions are different, and the names of the gods are also different, but they are all similar, and these stories are told.

In addition to these, this group of Asians and sub-races all believe in a woman named Blue God.

This woman has infinite mana and supernatural powers. She can open up the world, move mountains and fill seas, and call wind and rain.

This blue-clothed god has the supreme status in Diyuan and is the ruler of Diyuan.

However, even gods seem to die someday.

One day, as usual, a man of Asian descent went to the palace of the God of Blue Clothes to try to wake up the God of Blue Cloth.

However, he suddenly discovered that no matter how he called, the blue-clothed god could not be awakened.

After a long time, this group of Asians living in Diyuan realized that the blue-clothed god they had always revered was dead.

So, they buried the blue-clothed god in this palace, hoping that the blue-clothed god could be reincarnated and come down in Emperor Yuan.

And, lead the Asian subraces of Diyuan to a new prosperity and prosperity.

And the name of this blue-clothed god is Lan Xiaolin!
……

The story ends here.

Fu Kuan told Zhou Changsheng and Yan Rushi all the answers to the hieroglyphs recorded on the ghost coffin.

After listening, Zhou Changsheng was amazed, and nodded with surprise.

"I didn't expect this blue-clothed god to have such supernatural powers. It's unbelievable! Wait, blue-clothed..."

While talking, Zhou Changsheng turned his head to look at the woman in the blue skirt beside him, "Hey, woman, tell me, what's your name?!"

The woman in the blue skirt was obviously frightened by Zhou Changsheng, and couldn't help but take a step back, with a look of fear on her pretty face.

At this moment, Zhou Changsheng was like a deaf man meeting a blind man. No matter how he gestured, the woman in the blue skirt couldn't understand.